He was a scapegrace, and was always spending money in London while the respectable psalm-singer was hoarding it in Ullerton.

There used to be desperate quarrels between the two men, and towards the end of Jonathan Haygarth's life the old man made half a dozen different wills in favour of half a dozen different people, and cutting off scapegrace Matthew with a shilling.

Fortunately for scapegrace Matthew, the old man had a habit of quarrelling with his dearest friends--a fashion not quite exploded in this enlightened nineteenth century--and the wills were burnt one after another, until the worthy Jonathan became as helpless and foolish as his great contemporary and namesake, the Dean of St.Patrick's; and after having died 'first at top,' did his son the favour to die altogether, _intestate_, whereby the roisterer and spendthrift of Soho and Covent-garden came into a very handsome fortune.

The old man died in 1766, aged eighty; a very fine specimen of your good old English tradesman of the Puritanical school.

The roisterer, Matthew, was by this time forty-six years of age, and, I suppose, had grown tired of roistering.